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Back N Forth (feat. Borleone)
90
Hip-Hop/Rap
Back N Forth (feat. Borleone) was released on February 28, 2019 by Big 64 Entertainment as a part of the album Still Servin EP
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Release DateFebruary 28, 2019
LabelBig 64 Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM60

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Goonew
Goonew
Performer
Kidd Slopes
Kidd Slopes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kidd Slopes
Kidd Slopes
Composer
Borleone
Borleone
Composer
Markelle, Morrow
Markelle, Morrow
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Slopes with the alley-hoop, ****, ha
Big slopes with the alley-oop
[Verse 2]
Uh-huh, walk down with the stick
Too many bodies, had to catch my Bentley
Uh, walk down, it's a track meet, bitch
Servin' junkies on the back streets, bitch
Funeral home, goop, this that piss
My shooter's retarded, hit him with the stick
Goon rich, I had to water like fish
Two twin bitches, turn my hater's twin
[Verse 3]
Borleone came with a sniper
**** hit him up in a white truck
I move like Obama, young **** in a black truck
Servin' my junkies that drop, it go no cut
If we hit the block, young **** put that dope up
Back on the block and I serve out the Rover
Skrrt, skrrt, feds get behind, put the pole up
Angel dust mix the dope with baking soda
[Verse 4]
Goon rich, I got bricks across the border
You say that's your shooter, but he off the water
Slide on his block, make it rain water
Hit me a stain, pull of in a foreign
Goon rich Urkle, hide the bricks in the foreign
He say he the plug, but that **** cordless
Catch me a body, Quill had the forty
Hundreds and fifties, still saving quarters
[Verse 5]
Call my young ****, throw in the water
Come in my trap house, come with no quarters
Sippin' on lean, **** sippin' on oil
Shippin' them packs right there cross the border
Young **** came with a pipe
Hundred round drum and it came with a light
It's a shootout ****, I ain't bringing a knife
I'm poppin' the Perc's and I'm servin' the ice
[Verse 6]
Uh, I got the Glock in my drawers
Junkies comin' so I'm servin' 'em all
Beatin' the block up, hit the mall
Whippin' them chickens, Thanksgiving, fall
You ain't even know I had it in the mall
Late night creepin', had to fuck 'em all
Givency and Balmains, no Lacoste
I'm fuckin' that bitch, I pin her on the wall
[Verse 7]
Uh, Borleone thirty round, ain't no knife sticks
Servin' them junkies right there out a damn Lyft
Hundred round drum, bitch, I can't tote a fifty clip
I need a bad bitch, fat ass, thick hips
Kick in your door, ****, where you live?
Get hit with this dick, ****, fuck a lil' kid
I trap on the Glock, I can't fuck with the sigs
I'm smokin' OG and you smokin' on cigs
[Verse 8]
Uh, ****, call me Aaron Rogers
I'm throwin' them bombs, ****, and they problems
Put down the gun, ****, that's a problem
I'm sippin' while Keisha had to fuck my doctor
Shoot at his brother, **** was a op
Hit me a lick, I pull of in the charger
Fuckin' that bitch, I hit her at the opera
I'm shootin' that chopper, soundin' like maracas
[Verse 9]
Sippin' that lean, I'm sippin' out the bottle
Servin' them junkies, servin' them the bottle
Bitch, I'm Goon rich, I'm fuckin' on a model
**** be clonin' me, I'm the father
Stealin' my swag, I should have been a father
Pull off in foreign, me and her new rocker
I was down bad, I had to shoot the chopper
Hundred band jug, I'm petty like my father
Written by: Borleone, Kidd Slopes, Markelle, Morrow
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